Queen of the Sore Foot Society

I have crowned myself queen.  It seems appropriate to me that I do so.  I find the title of Queen of the Sore Foot Society much more interesting than just about any other way I can refer to this phase of my life-and I do hope that it is just a phase.

Today is Easter, Happy Easter to you!  I was expected at Sarah and Tim's for the occasion and I was looking forward to it, but as it turns out, I phoned in my regrets an hour or so ago.  It is not that I am so miserable today, it is that I recognize the signals that anything I do today is just going to piss my foot off, so I best do not very much at all.  This was a difficult lesson for me to learn, but I get it now. So, when it is best to just sit the day out, I do so, as Queen this is permissible.  Now I just need some minions at my beck and call...If you are interested in applying for the position, you will find me curled up next to the cat. 

Recharging My Battery?

It's hard to know if any one's noticed, but I did not post yesterday as usual.  I got a little wrapped up in a Facebook political debate amongst my cousins and posting slipped my mind.  This morning, my laptop was dead, as was my phone and camera battery.  It seemed particularly poignant since I am a little run down myself.  On the eve of my birthday, it seems that I am in need of a recharge in many ways.  My former husband used to make a joke about that, and I smiled in memory of it and him.  Life is funny sometimes...

To get my new year off to a good start, I did my laundry and organized my papers among other mundane tasks that make a life a little simpler.  Now that the day is done, it seems just right to bring my blog up to date as well.

I remain in Los Angeles, at Lorraine and Jim Stewart's and I haven't made many plans.  I have turned down some pleasant invitations, but I really don't want to do anything.  I am not really interested in this birthday.  You probably know that, usually, my birthday is nearly my favorite day of the year, second only to Christmas but this year...well, I have been non-plussed about Christmas before, perhaps it's just my birthday's turn to be unremarkable, perhaps I am finally feeling my age.  I have always wondered about some people not caring that much to celebrate their birthday's.  Anyway, I am more interested in other things.

I have been working on selecting my supplemental medical insurance to Medicare.  Anyone who has been through this knows that it is no simple task, so I gave myself permission not to be upset about how confusing it is.  At this point I have narrowed it down to six providers and over the next couple of days I expect to get it to one.  It will be an excellent gift to myself to have medical insurance again and who knows, maybe I'll get excited about that.  My twenty year old self is whispering to me that I am now most certainly old, when medical insurance is more exciting than my birthday - but what did the twenty year old me know about what was really important anyway?  She was too busy dancing. :D

Just Another Sunday

Well, it's been another week, and I'd love to tell you about it, but then I'd have to kill you.  No reason, I just like that expression :D  This week finds me still in Los Angeles, with a couple of business items still on the calendar.  It would seem that some people would very much like me to stay and are not encouraging me to leave at all, so I'll stay at least a week longer.

The van heard that I got my tax return and tried to claim it, but when the repairs on a vehicle exceed its value, well, it's time for a new vehicle and so I have begun my search for a new used car.  At this moment, I am enjoying the use of Brian's Wanagon (of Brian and Stacey).  That is the actual name of the thing.  It drives nicely, smells slightly of desert sage and has slightly more interior space than the areostar.  You know that extra space got immediately absorbed by something, right? Don't ask me what, as Erma Bombeck first pointed out to me, nature abhores a vacuum...except in my wallet where it appears to reoccur without warning.

It's Not An Aura

This week I heard two scientists present the evidence that humans have an electromagnetic field around their bodies, something metaphysics have claimed for years. But, before You get too excited, they also clearly stated that "It's not an aura" so, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what face saving term they will use for a concept we've been working with for a very long time.
I feel good about this documentation, I like measurable results too...I just don't care for the ours is serious and yours is silly that came with it.
In the meantime, I have finally figured out how to post from my Blackberry, I still can't spellcheck though...perhaps next time.